Thursday, February 26, 2004

Today I woke up bored and exhausted. My life has become stagnant. Last night I dreamed I had become the "man on the couch" Half Baked warned us about. I had no purpose, no direction. I was a person in a stupor on a stranger's beat-up couch. Turns out that "stranger" I was rooming with was who I should have become.
Yesterday as I was skipping chemistry, the mailman delivered a letter from the school. Apparently I've been labeled a "truant" student. I'm not a bad person; I just prefer sleeping to dealing with... whatever. It's almost funny: skipping isn't encouraged, but I have to stay home to intercept letters like that one from ruining my fun.
It's not necessarily that my dad would care. It's that I'm supposed to be the good kid with the good grades; the yearbook editor, the Tidwell who graduates on time. At least I got one thing right; I'm a darn good editor.
My dad has already started inviting family to Texas for my "graduation celebration." I really hope I don't disappoint. My parents are oblivious to my high school failure. It's not their fault they're ignorant. As far as they're concerned I'm doing everything right. I just blame "lost" report cards, and a glitch in the school's auto-dialer.
Last year my brother took it upon himself to fail. He only had two real motivations to graduate at all: joining the army, and graduating before his little sister. After crawling through school, he finally graduated in August, and went off to become a military policeman for the United States army. I wish my life could be that simple.
At times I think I've figured out the system. Life isn't such a task when you give yourself too much credit. It's when you doubt yourself that everything turns to shit.

.:dr0wningophelia:. 13:06 | |